They never told you
You'd be taking hungover notes of a drunken alphabet
With an attention span far less than unity

That a trip in the brightly coloured night
Would break you apart
Would ruin more lives than you ever thought
You'd bother to reach out and touch

Oh so, prone to addiction
Of a starry eyed Aphrodite and her empty attentions
Lacking any desirable affections you crave

Too in debt to restart, or even just leave

You made the wrong choice, kid.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders